The house next door is for sale. A short sale for 150K. Oh how I would love for someone, anyone, with small kiddos (or no kiddos) to move next door and be my nice friendly neighbor. It’s a single story house so you could stay there through retirement =o) No stairs are good on the knees. We’ve got a nice little park behind our house for birthday parties and fun neighborhood get togethers. Did I mention we can swap babysitting days and date nights?? I have no one, no one living close enough to go borrow an egg from or drop my kiddos off for 15 minutes so I can leave for my RS mtgs while Mike is on his way home. I’m dreaming of some nice neighbors. Just like the ones I used to know. We can share our hobbies and food. And we’ll even share our lawn mower and ladders if you wish. So that didn’t quite rhyme, but you get the idea! I hope Santa hears my plea!